Lyrics The dance of love - Narsha Bulgakbaev feat. Нарша Булгакбаев

All night we danced upon our windy hill
Your dress a cloud of tangled midnight hair
And love was much too much for me to wear
My leaves; the killer roared above his kill
But you danced on, and when some star would spill
Its red and white upon you whirling there,l
I sensed a hidden beauty in the air
Though you danced on, my heart and I stood still

But suddenly a bit of morning crept
Along your trembling sides of ebony
I saw the tears your tired limbs had wept
And how your breasts heaved high, how languidly
Your dark arms moved; I drew you close to me
We flung ourselves upon our hill and slept